You Smile With Pomp And

Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share?

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

Oh! Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race? When I Look,each One Starts! When I Speak, I Offend; Then Im Silent & Passive & Lose Every Friend. Then My Verse I Dishonour, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade & My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; All My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame. Im Either Too Low Or Too Highly Prized; When Elate I M Envy'd, When Meek Im Despis'd

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.

When A Sinister Person Means To Be Your Enemy, They Always Start By Trying To Become Your Friend.